“'I can’t hold it in my mind,' she whispered. 'I’m not a visual thinker.' I tried to make it more real, describing the craggy peak, its majesty.
'Think of the picture on the one-dollar bill, the mountain.' I got out my purse. There was no mountain on the one-dollar bill—it was a pyramid.
'Focus on this, you’re at the base of it,' I said, holding the dirty money in front of her face.
'Okay.' She glued her eyes to the tiny pyramid. 'It’s starting.' I used a bobby pin to trace her progress up the steep side."